Hey, whatever happened to the click-to-embiggen? I’m trying to identify what Fenway is doing in that second shot…though I’m not really sure I want to know. Beckham certainly wants nothing to do with it.

Oh Fenlander. I do hope the paparazzi aren’t peeking through the keyhole, cuz the headline will suggest you sipped a few too many last night.

If you need the name of a good chiropractor…

Beckham, in perfect grumptacular form as always.

Ah, sweet Thursday Night Bassetts!

Respite from the requisite trolls brought out by Jane’s appearance on the teebee.

I saw something somehwere the other day about bassetts – rueful in tone – and thought of you and yours, TBogg.
Thanks again for the pix of the boys. I dunno what Fenway’s up to either, but he appears to be enjoying it.

My Thursday is now complete.

We have a Target Xmas-lights ad on the television in our area, with a scrumptious basset in it. He’s disdainful of the nouveau riche lighting display.

Aw, Beckham loves his mama.

Photo 2 narrative:

Fenway: (Full-college-fratboy-morning-after-mode.)

WHAT-IN-THE-HOLY-LIVIN’-FUCK-OF-JEEBUS-DID-I-DO-TO-MYSELF-LAST-NIGHT-TO-TRY-TO-GET-SOME-FOR-FUCK’S-SAKE?!?!?”

Beckham: (Completely w/o feeling.)

“Blow me, dickhead.”

Gorgeous first picture there, Mr. Bogg. And much needed after this long, annoying day. Many thanks.

Nice demonstration by Fenway of the back-stretching-and-airing-out-the-ears sleeping position. (This can be accomplished only by highly trained and experienced bassets. Do not attempt this at home)

Thank you for this two-pup basset post–it makes my Thursdays. And I have cats, just so you know.

Fenway, that can’t be comfortable.

My dogs can’t bear to have the comforter on them. Yours burrow intentionally. A basset thing, I suppose.

Whatta tease! That looks like an almost-Missus-Tbogg-boobie shot.

Boobies!

had to get over here and take in some Boggety-Bassety goodness before I throttled another pragmatist

ahhhhhh, thanks guys

One of our past bassets would burrow to the bottom of our bed. He’d sleep contentedly with the blankets totally over him. I couldn’t figure out how he could breathe, but he loved it. Stretching out in positions that look very uncomfortable to us is also a basset thing. They’re experts at sleeping, after all.